... with rosemary flatbread, olives, peppers and cheese was followed up with a margherita ($5.00):

... and a salami ($5.00) pizzetta:

These curd circles were good, but didn't have the crisp and chewy crust texture that we crave (they veered toward the softer side.) A half carafe of house red ($8.00) washed down our cheap and cheerful Neapolitan nosh which will probably prove popular with the Voodoo customers across the alley.

One of the best Portland traditions is setting up self serve coffee for those waiting for a.m. eats. Broder goes a step further and uses the neighboring tavern as a waiting room.

We filled our mugs with joe (while over an hour dripped by) before we were ushered into this Swedish eatery for bork, bork, bork-fast.

The "breakfast bord" ($12.00):

... with salumi, cheese, potato salad, grapefruit, bread and a nice yogurt and granola parfait was a pleasing paddle that kept us from board-om.

Smoked trout ($12.00):

... with potatoes under a fetus flap was a saliney seafood spud serving while the baked egg scramble ($11.00):

... with cheese and ham was a squared-off omelette with a side of vinegary sautéed greens.

The friendly staff was stretched thin - juggling the waiting room, full house and the persnickety party of two next to us that wanted the bill split (not down the middle, but according to their own intricate formula)

By having a sort of makeshift café as a holding tank made the wait whiz by, but we would have a-bork-ed this mission if we were on a tight schedule.

... had their heads about them. We decapitated these bottom feeders and chomped them down with Anson Mills grits that were sauced with eggy extrusion to augment the bbq sauce. This prawnounced plate was better than the parched fried chicken ($13.00):

... with overcooked, overeasies. The potatoes and gravy were okay though.

A busy brunch-time kept refills from 'rriving but perhaps this place is more about their dinner and cocktails.

... takes the usual fries, curds and gravy and ladles on pork belly, bacon, pastrami and sautéed onions to this Canadian culinary collision. We were glad we went with the dainty small size (instead of shelling out three more bucks for the large) of this belly bomb.

We also got a couple burgers - The Burner ($7.50):

... with jalapenos, Srirancha, cheese and fried onions was a caliente-kicked beef bundle while the Kiwi Burger:

...was a lamb, Cheddar, fried egg and pickled beet-wich. Both of the medium rare mounds were so juicy that the sesame seed buns were saturated in seconds, but we hammered through these hefty helpings with a couple of pints of Ft. George Vortex IPA and Oakshire Tempered Gnome at this fun and funky poster papered portal of burger benediction.

We cooked up a heap of Hoppin' John to supper-scribe to New Year's Day tradition.

It is thought that the number of black eyed peas eaten on NYD will equal the number of lucky days in the coming year. Although superstition isn't the motivation for our mastication, we believe that these two tone tic tacs are a reward in themselves - and they are even better the next day...